Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1887-06-24
LlLi'S LOVERS.

dashed blue eyes and soft, curling, pale
brown hair. Very much less OF vehe'
ment denial would have sufliced to drive
the little creature discouraged from her
fathers presence; but so great was ms
anger that even this explosive monosyl-
liable was not enough to express his ex-
element.
"You will not go near the Wyldes, II
Kate Wylde sends for you every hour IN
the day Not that care for them; but
Won meet IIaunt Winslow there, and
and have other plans for you. Don't
deny i'll" cycling sharply the wide blue
eyes, quickly appraised.
"Deny it, father? Why should ~
Peter Boscobel frowned and stopped.
There was something in the fair child
like face which quieted his excitement
Ibid not say that you cared anything
about him, but l have heard-.lt IS
enough chat l say you cannot go!" alb
ruptly.
Lilly silently left the room, submits
sive little figure in a lilac dress, SO del
icate and frail little figure, that the
mans heart smote him as he looked at
fer it.
1t was only two years since Lllys
mother had died, and she was exceed
ingly like her'mother.
"You can go anywhere else, Lily" he
called more kindly.
Lily went back to the parlor, and
tried bravely to continue her practic'
ing; but after few minutes, the small
fingers faltered from their task, and the
fair head dropped upon the folded arm,
while the great tears, bravely kept back
so long, splashed upon the piano keys.
Peter Boscobel would have stoutly
denied that he did not love his daugh-
ter; but since his love seemed never to
temper his sternness, what did it mat
ter to that tender spirit that she was Sc
cretly his idol?
Unfortunately, his was one OF those
exceptional natures which do not know
how to show love- His child, who was
his heiress and the object of his life's
ambition, starved and persisted daily
for realization of affection.
Never in her life, she remembered,
had her father bestowed upon her a
caress. No other want was left I'M
satisfied; every accomplishment was
bestowed upon her. She lived in lux
ury; but, so exacting his nature, so
stern his manner, this man had ever
extended slavery of force over the sole
daughter of his house and heart.
But that he was her father, and, APP
parently, the sole arbiter of her fate,
she would never have spoken to him.
So many, many times, when he did
not dream of it, he had nearly broken
her heart.
1t was not her disappointment she
was crying over now-though, in her
loneliness, she had longed for a visit to
the pleasant Wyldes-but that she had
been treated as rebel, and her inno-
cent request met with harshness
which she felt had no cause.
But by and by her tears dried with q
secondary thought-Launt Winslow.
Why should her father care that she
did meet him there?
He was Fate Wylde's cousin-had
been brought up with her. He was
Colonel Wylde's favorite nephew. He
was gentleman. She was sure, in girl
ish phraseology, that he was mice
What gentle ways he had What 8
mellow voice to sing with!
What a responsive thrill Hates hear
ty delight that he was not going to
Florida for the winter had awakened in
her heart.
All at once her fathers meaning came
to her. The scarlet blood surged tc
her temples. and she caught her breath
Handsome Launt Winslow choose hel
for sweetheart! She had never dreamed
OF such thing.
But now she started up nervously
and began wandering restlessly about
the room, touching things absently an6
aimlessly, the young cheek flushing ant
paling by turns.
Had she cared to go to the Wyldes
because Launt Winslow was there? She
was fain to deny it, but the sudden voice
of her heart held her spellbound and il
maidenly fear.
Poor, lonely little Lily! This exper
fence had found her out very early.
She was but seventeen, and modesty
itself. 1t was not in her to arrogate tt
herself any Importance as Peter Boco
bells heiress; and she did not know how
lovely she was with her forget memo
eyes and simple sweetness.
Launt Winslow was no youngster
but, at twenty a man of the worlG
and, unconsciously, her hero.
She did not dream that he had open.
ly expressed his admiration for her, anG
that it had reached her fathers ears.
But, to Launt Window Justice, he die
not care a fig for her fathers money
Pretty little Lily was his ideal of what
a woman ought to be, and his pleasure
In her was involuntary.
Lilly came no more to the Wyldes
and he was annoyed. And, having his
little ldioss of character, anc
accidently learning that Peter Boscobe
had said that his daughter wasn't for 9
son Of Jack Winslow's," he determined
to see Lily, and let her know how mucl
he thought of her.
Poor, pretty little thingl H,
doesn't use her half decently. She's al
afraid of him as if he were a bear.
don't know him, but I've always heart
from my father that Boscobel was al
ways a savage. There was some pro